I am the king of bizzare dreams. How about one last night where I somehow am swimming with my shirt on and get a large stingray in between cloth and skin and am predictably filled with fear as to the stinging I will soon experience?
Followed up the same night by something about taking my house keys to a voodoo practicioner to get a spell put on them.
I do not take illegal drugs. My brain apparently manufactures goofy juice quite sufficiently on its own.